Broken Down on Memory Lane Alone, Together Alone

The week passed quickly. I continued to plan every last detail of my new book. Though this time I made sure to bathe, and function like a normal person. Sonny was happy to see more of me, and that I didn’t stink to high heaven.

When I woke up this fine Saturday morning, I was struck with an intense craving for cookie dough. So after I went through my usual morning routine of showering, eating, and getting dressed, I set to work making double chocolate chip cookies. I was happy that Sonny was still in bed, so I wouldn’t have to share the dough with him. He could have as many cookies as he wanted, but the dough was mine.

By the time I finished making the dough and eating my fill, I knew Sonny would be getting up soon. So while I waited for the cookies to bake, I set to work making him a nice breakfast. Nothing fancy, just French toast, bacon, and some fruit.

“Oh god,” Sonny sighed happily as he came into the kitchen, stretching before sitting down at the counter, “I knew there was a reason I stayed with you all these years.”

I chuckled as I placed his plate in front of him, “it’s nice to know I’m appreciated.”

He playfully swatted me on the butt as I walked past him. I decided that I would re-organize my comic books while I waited for Mara to call or come over. There was no point in sitting around wasting the day, and doing nothing.

I had had enough time to get my comic’s out before I had to go get the cookies out of the oven. And when I returned to the library to start the job, Sonny came with me. I assumed he had absolutely nothing better to do. I couldn’t imagine there being another reason why he’d want to help me. I had a lot of comic books.

I had them organized by how much I liked the superhero. And now Sonny and I were going to alphabetize them, as it would be a lot easier to find what I was looking for that way.

I was very glad for Sonny’s company. We talked about everything and nothing. It was nice, seeing as we hadn’t really spent all that much alone time in god only knows how long.

Sonny was in the middle of telling me about a new band he was working with, White Lightning. The lead guitarist and bass player were apparently really big Def Leppard fans. So big, that they named the band after the deceased guitar player Steven Clark. Sonny was telling me how the guitar player practically fainted when he told them that he had once toured with Def Leppard, when the phone rang.

“Damn it,” Sonny mumbled, “I was just getting to the best part… I’ll go get it.”

I chuckled as he slowly got up, “alright, don’t break a hip rushing to get there, old man.”

He glared at me as he started to walk out of the room, “I’m not old… I’m finely aged.”

“I really don’t think comparing yourself to cheese is much better then admitting that you’re old,” I called after him.

“Damn it woman! I am not old! Hello?” I couldn’t help but laugh at how he changed his tone so quickly. He went from angry to peppy in seconds as he answered the phone.

I continued to sort through the comics as I waited for Sonny to come back. I was starting to regret starting this. It was probably going to take all day, and I wasn’t really planning on spending my entire day just sorting through comic books. No matter how much I loved them, it just didn’t sound like a good time.

“Guess who that was,” Sonny asked as he once again joined me.

I looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow quizzically, “who?”

“Mara,” he chuckled, “she’s apparently not aloud to come over today, because Judy pitched a fit, cause she’s been spending too much time with you.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, “really?”

“I guess,” he shrugged, “she probably thinks you’re brainwashing Mara or some stupid shit like that.”

“Probably. That or I’m trying to turn Mara against her so in some twisted way I’ll get Ani to leave her.”

Sonny outright laughed at that, “or you’re going to get Mara to put bleach in the washer when Judies fancy underwear are in there so they all get ruined.”

“Oh, god,” I laughed, “I almost forgot about that.”

“I don’t see how you could, she’s probably still mad about it… and it only happened, what? Seven years ago,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah… six or seven,” I nodded, “this kinda sucks… I was looking forward to corrupting her a little more today.”

Sonny sent me a smirk, “you know, this isn’t all that bad… we could go out on a date.”

I was more then a little surprised to hear those words come out of Sonny’s mouth. I raised an eyebrow and gave him a confused look, “are you kidding?”

“No…” he looked bashfully down at the comics in his hands, “we haven’t gone on one for a long time.”

“I think you’ve been watching too much Dr. Phil reruns,” I chuckled.

“Shut up,” he playfully glared at me, “I can’t help if the man gave good advice.”

“Oh yeah, his advice used to be wonderful,” I sarcastically rolled my eyes, “’you can put feathers on a dog, but it aint gonna make it a chicken’.”

“Well it’s true.”

“As true as it may be it was still stupid.”

“Whatever, you win. So do you want to go out or not?”

“Yes.”

“Good… be ready for five,” with that he got up and left the room, “and be sure to wear something nice!”